Kalamity K

The Daily Chaos of Kalamity K
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2005-07-21 20:30:45 (UTC)

STUPID FUCKING BITCH

My boyfriend calls to say hello and try to cheer me up and
what do I do?

Bitch at him mercilessly for about two whole minutes until
he finally has to just hang up.

I need my blades. Why don't I have them with me? WHY?
Why did I think things were going okay? WHY? Why did I
think they were going to be better with me? WHY?

Fucking I HATE THIS DIARY because I need BIGGER LETTERS to
get my point across. I'm SUCH a good writer but when
emotion comes into the mix I might as well be an amoeba. I
want things to be bigger and louder and more abrasive, not
eloquent and elegant and melifluously making my point.

I want blood.

MINE.

And there's nothing eloquent, elegant or romantic about
it. Not nearly. Save that shit for the vampire movies.
Real life, mine at least, always seems a hell of a lot
grittier and starker than even darkly romantic - in the
true Wuthering Heights sense of the word romantic.

Until next we meet.

K2


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